Sickday

In my deepest darkest depths of despair at the hospital last weekend, at 4am when Elfie had been crying for three hours straight, I whispered to her through tears how badly I wanted to take away her pain and suffer it myself. It broke my heart to see her in so much pain and know there was nothing I could do to help her.

And lo, at lunchtime today some sort of miracle occured: Elfie turned a corner and emerged from her nap as her beautiful bright self, and I felt the beginning of a gurgling stomach.

It’s enough to say that I spent the afternoon in the bathroom, thanking my lucky stars that my mum was around to entertain E (or not, they went to the garden centre after all).

I feel horrendous. I look horrendous. Happy weekend.

(Photo: Elfie in her sickbed yesterday, when nothing but Baby Einstein would do)

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4 Comments
  1. Oh, bless her.

    Piran spends an awful amount of time at the garden centre, between visits with his Dad and the inlaws. They take him there all the time!

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